August 14, 2006
fuck you world
you can go to hell
a sun crawls out of his hideout
and stretches his rays with a foggy yawn
his forehead clouded
he twists and turns
on the laps of his mountain mistress
a sun alights itself
between the tips of my fingers
hot clouds arise to surround the red glow
flavour
the perfect welcome to my daybreak
a dog awakens on the sidewalk
and howls goodmorning to me
hello, i reply
i’m not as hungry as he
i am pretty pleased
with my nicotine breakfast
